IN CONVERSATION: Megan Jenkins and Edd Kerton of Forlorn
Lay our souls to rest in the water.
Lay our souls to rest in the water.
In search of the triumph beyond obsidian euphoria.
Who knows what fate will produce?
The beauty of your voice fades again.
I want to dwell in a house of light
Misery is a delicate lace, silence as it covers my face.
To birth and release the darkness within.
Memories dissident when I am holding you.
De kinderdroom die is dan dood. Maar de man in mij zet voort.